As Le Zhengyue raised his hand, power of terrifying magnitude surged forth, reaching straight through the Angel Cage and clamping tightly around Ye Xishui's neck.
A suffocating sensation washed over her. The shadow of death fell over Ye Xishui almost instantly.
Disbelief filled her eyes. She had never imagined that she, a Limit Douluo and the Holy Spirit Cult's Supreme Elder, would one day end up in such a situation.
Her eyes brimmed with fury and murderous intent.
The sheer intensity of her killing intent even surprised Le Zhengyue.
But faced with an Evil Soul Master like her, Le Zhengyue remained calm, utterly unconcerned.
"What is there to be afraid of in death?"
"Of the common folk who died at your hands, there were tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands. Were their lives not lives?"
"Did they have no families or loved ones?"
"Why, now that it's your turn to die, are you so terrified?"
Le Zhengyue's voice was soft.
He patted Ye Xishui lightly, searching over her body.
It wasn't that he wanted to take advantage of her. He was making sure she wasn't carrying any other Soul Tools.
Feeling the young man's hand searching her, Ye Xishui gritted her teeth and glared at Le Zhengyue.
After a quick search, he confirmed that Ye Xishui was indeed carrying no other Soul Tools.
After all, the Death God Tower, a Level 10 Soul Tool, had already been the pinnacle of its kind in their era.
And in this era, with the Death God Tower shattered, the other Soul Tools she had brought along should have been destroyed as well.
Only then did Le Zhengyue's expression ease.
He didn't look at Ye Xishui again, simply tossing her aside.
After all, Ye Xishui wasn't the one he was waiting for.
Ye Xishui had already been crippled. And given her temperament, there was almost no chance he could bring her under his control.
So he might as well use her to threaten Long Xiaoyao.
Calling Long Xiaoyao a lovesick fool might not be quite right, but his behavior certainly fit the bill.
Because Ye Xishui had borne him a child, he had followed her almost everywhere.
When Qian Daoliu killed Ye Xishui back then, there was a 99% chance Long Xiaoyao had been there. Le Zhengyue was certain of that.
So when his two great-grandfathers revealed their strength, Long Xiaoyao couldn't possibly have failed to recognize them.
And once he did, he would most likely head to the Third Continent, then come after him—or kill him in secret and take Ye Xishui away.
Le Zhengyue wasn't particularly concerned about that.
He stood up and returned the Angel Cage to his Soul Tool storage ring, then left the room.
Jiang Nannan, waiting by the door, looked at him with some confusion.
But when the young man didn't even look at her and simply turned to leave, Jiang Nannan's expression grew dejected.
After leaving the old residence, Le Zhengyue didn't linger. Instead, he headed straight to the Yue Family's treasury.
Along with the highest-quality Angel Cage, he took a protective treasure called the Angel Heart.
It was a special treasure of the Angel Family. Normally, only the head of the family could use it freely.
But as the designated young master—or, rather, the young master recognized by the family's higher-ups—he had no trouble using it.
The Angel Heart was both a treasure and a kind of medicine. It could stimulate the body for a short time, helping its user quickly recover their strength.
It worked best for the Angel Martial Soul, followed by light-attribute Martial Souls.
The Dragon God Martial Soul wasn't a light-attribute Martial Soul, but the Dragon God commanded the nine great elements and was, in a sense, also a ruler of light.
So the Angel Heart worked for the Dragon God Martial Soul, too—and quite well.
After taking those two items, he returned and found somewhere to transfer Ye Xishui into the genuine Angel Cage. Then he sealed her meridians, reducing her to a complete cripple, and imprisoned her there for good.
After that, Le Zhengyue left the family estate with his Angel Guard Squad and headed to the Spirit Pagoda in Angel City.
Naturally, Angel City had a Spirit Pagoda. After all, it was the largest city in the south and was directly governed by the Angel Family.
It was perfectly normal for a Spirit Pagoda to be based there. Even the Tang Sect had a branch in the city, and its forces there were formidable.
When Le Zhengyue arrived at the Angel City Spirit Pagoda, his status spoke for itself.
Someone recognized him as soon as he arrived, and the pagoda master personally came out to receive him.
Watching the short, chubby man approach, Le Zhengyue wore a faint smile.
"Uncle Qiangu, hello. I've come to the Spirit Pagoda to add a Soul Spirit to my Martial Soul. Could you take me to choose one?"
Le Zhengyue spoke politely.
But he didn't even know the name of this so-called Spirit Pagoda master.
The man was merely a collateral member of the Qiangu Family, and Le Zhengyue had no idea what his name was, so he simply called him Uncle Qiangu.
At Le Zhengyue's words, the man's face broke into a smile.
After all, this was the young master of the Southern Legion.
The biggest difference here compared with other cities was that elsewhere, the Spirit Pagoda and Tang Sect were far more powerful than the local authorities—so powerful that they were downright terrifying. Many of the local city's vital interests were even in the Spirit Pagoda's hands.
But Angel City was the exact opposite.
With the Angel Family holding sway here, both the Spirit Pagoda and the Tang Sect had to act according to its wishes.
So the Spirit Pagoda master couldn't possibly fail to show respect to a direct descendant of the Angel Family.
He responded just as politely.
"You're too kind, Young Master. How could I presume to be your uncle?"
"Since you've come to purchase a Soul Spirit, please follow me."
The Spirit Pagoda master smiled.
Le Zhengyue, however, didn't care for the flattery over his status as young master.
He was indeed the young master, but outsiders didn't know whether he or his older brother was the true heir to the Angel Family.
The man was only saying it to curry favor.
Le Zhengyue had no interest in such flattery.
Still, he didn't reject the man's good intentions and followed him upstairs. They went straight to the area where the Thousand-Year Soul Spirits were kept.
The Thousand-Year Soul Spirits displayed there were almost all among the Spirit Pagoda's finest, likely second only to those at its headquarters.
As Le Zhengyue's gaze passed over them, the middle-aged man immediately began introducing the selections.
"Your Martial Soul should be the Holy Angel Martial Soul, Young Master. We have many holy-type Soul Spirits here."
The middle-aged man spoke with a smile, but stopped halfway.
The Angel Family had its own inherited Soul Spirits. In this situation, someone with an Angel Martial Soul wouldn't need to come to the Spirit Pagoda to add a Soul Spirit for their first—or even first few—Soul Rings.
Seeing the middle-aged man's awkward expression, Le Zhengyue's eyes didn't change in the slightest.
"There's no need to trouble yourself over that, Uncle Pagoda Master. Please leave. I'll take care of things here myself, then fuse with the Soul Spirit here."
"That shouldn't be a problem. I'll only be occupying the place for a little while."
Le Zhengyue spoke casually, though what he proposed was entirely against the rules.
But under his gaze, the middle-aged man's expression stiffened for only an instant before he hurriedly nodded.
He had already guessed that this direct descendant of the Yue Family might have awakened Twin Martial Souls.
But whatever kind of Martial Soul the young man had awakened, it wasn't his place to comment on it.
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